Daniel. He’d know what to do.
Keelan hesitated. Talons of indecision clawed at her mind. If Daniel believed she ran away, then he would wait for her at The Whistling Pig.
Still, she couldn’t go there dressed like this.
She groaned. The only place she could obtain clothing at this hour was Jared’s townhouse. She almost laughed at the irony. With any luck, she’d be able to sneak in, dress and sneak out. Hopefully, Simon would aid her, so she didn’t end up locked in her room again.
Gampo was hindered by a wounded leg, and she by several pounds of chain. She picked up her pace, praying her head start and speed would win out.
Zigzagging through the streets of Charleston, she was careful to stay in the shadows. Before long, her chest burned, and her legs screamed with fatigue. Tendrils of p
